Harry Potter’s Morning Light

Chapter 3181 Giant Whale and Elephant (5)

When the owls crowded into the large dining room as usual, everyone's attention was attracted by the slender package carried by six long-eared owls.

Pomona knew that it was Minerva's Christmas gift to Harry. Although she wrote the card and asked Harry not to open it at the dinner table, Pomona felt that her doing so was purely unnecessary.

"That's a broom, isn't it?" Hagrid said, looking at the owls.

Pomona stuffed a piece of peanut butter bread into his mouth and pretended not to know who Hagrid was asking.

In the end, the owls landed in front of Harry. Because their center of gravity was unstable when landing, they flapped their wings and knocked over the food on the table.

Harry picked up the card first, but his red-haired friend had already urged him to open the package.

He hesitated for a moment, and then the green-eyed boy happily opened the package.

 “Wow, it’s Nimbus 2000.” The Gryffindor boy at the same table said in amazement and envy.

 The reactions of the people around him made Harry feel that this was a good gift, so he became even happier.

Pomona saw Snape out of the corner of his eye. His expression was stiffer than usual, and his greasy hair was hanging down. He looked like a villain who was plotting against others.

 Harry won't be going back during the Christmas holidays. Minerva should actually give it to Harry at Christmas, after everyone has left.

But this way Harry wouldn't be able to meet Oliver Wood, he was going home for the holidays.

To make matters worse, Harry had to attend Potions class before the holidays, and she could almost foresee how much pain Snape would give him in class.

"I'm doing this for his own good!" he said sternly the last time he had dinner at her place, "so that he won't be like his father."

James does like to attract attention, but...

Pomona looked at the slightly shy boy again. If he excluded the ones before he could remember, this might be the first Christmas gift in his life.

Vernon and Petunia couldn't get him a present, and Harry had to help with the Christmas dinner while his cousin opened the presents.

Pomona lowered his head and took a sip of milk oatmeal, and then glanced at the students in his college. They were all discussing Harry's new broom.

If the 11-year-old Harry getting two thousand nimbuses is enviable, then the 13-year-old Harry getting the Firebolt is not a "fair" thing.

 Gryffindor has won two years in a row, and now with Firebolt, who is still his opponent in house-level competitions?

 The older children might have more to think about, but they all sat on the bench obediently, and no one went over to touch them like the Ravenclaw prefect did.

Pomona looked at Minerva. She also looked surprised.

 “Did you give it to me?” Snape came over and asked.

 “What?” Pomona asked inexplicably.

 He motioned for her to look at the Gryffindor table.

 “Why should I give him the broom?” Pomona asked.

He carefully identified her expression, maybe feeling that it really had nothing to do with her, and then looked at Harry with "hateful" eyes.

 Since Sirius Black's successful escape from prison, his temper has become increasingly worse.

Pomona decided to talk to Hufflepuff's Quidditch captain and stay away from the "storm".

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Something terrible happened at Christmas in 2004. TV and newspapers reported the relevant news. Even though the disaster occurred half a world away, the UK was still affected because many people were on vacation in the place where the tsunami occurred.

There are no obvious seasonal changes near the equator. Even in winter, the sea water is still warm and not as cold as the North Atlantic. But that does not mean that if the ship is leaking, there is no need to plug those holes.

It seems that anyone can be a carpenter, but that also means that if the ship sinks, everyone is responsible. Why would no one fix the holes when they can be fixed?

 A carpenter is a carpenter, and a sailor is a sailor. Maybe their identities can be interchanged, but whoever's turn it is to be a carpenter must fill the hole. This is his duty.

 It is the captain's job to decide who will be the carpenter and who will be the sailor. Each captain has a different style. Some are rough, some are humorous, some are graceful, and some are shrewd and cunning.

But no matter what the captain's character is, he must first handle the relationship with the crew. If the captain accidentally falls into Tacitus's trap and becomes the object of hatred of the crew, then both good and bad things he does will cause People hate him.

The captain of the Bounty took out two documents to read. One was about the war. The military commander could convene a military court temporarily according to the need, so there was no need to send it to the shore for trial. The other was about the appointment of a magistrate. If If the carpenter is not a sailor, but stays on the ship as a civilian, then the current officer is a magistrate. This is an early colonial practice, and it is also the case in Australia. This kind of magistrate court does not require a jury.

In other words, the captain of the Bounty has become a dictator at this time, and the crew can also collectively mutiny against him, but if people want to return to the civilized world, they must first think about how to make up a reason to explain how the captain died, otherwise No matter how much you don't like him, you can only obey his orders.

And if the captain ran away and brought reinforcements, the worst outcome would be for the Pitcairn Island crew. Many islands in the South Pacific are volcanic, and volcanic ash may bring many mineral elements, giving the soil various properties. Plants may not necessarily grow if you sow seeds.

But a relatively closed environment will also preserve some peculiar ecological environments, such as the Galapatos Islands where Darwin landed, and he created the theory of evolution through his observations of the islands.

In terms of seniority, if Darwin, who wrote the theory of evolution, were born at this moment, he would be called Richard Edgeworth as uncle. He was the same generation as Watt, and he also had the daughter of a famous writer. Captain Cook was in Hawaii in 1780. After he was killed, he wrote an elegy. To be precise, it was not written by him, but by his daughter. He just signed it.

  In any case, his political career will not end after returning to the UK, and there is no need to "escape".

Instead, it was Georgiana's new guardian, Bougainville, who was almost guillotined during the Revolution.

 Before the Revolution, he was just a baron, but he was responsible for commanding two cruisers, with a total of 44 cannons and 300 sailors on board. They were the latest models in France at the time. There were many experienced crew members on board, but none of them had ever sailed around the world.

At that time, the enthusiasm for the "Great Voyage" had already passed, and travelers would not be greeted with salutes when they returned. As if sailing around the world was nothing unusual like walking around the seaside, he still completed his "flag-showing journey."

Tahiti was only one of the colonies he established. Bougainville gave Tahiti another name, called New Thesila. Thesila is one of the Ionian Islands. Legend has it that the goddess of love is there. The place where Dite was born. He even visited the Swan River in Australia, but the British had already planted the flag there first.

Rousseau said in "On the Origin of Human Inequality": The real founder of civilized society is such a person. He was the first to encircle a piece of land and thought of saying "this is mine", and he was able to find a group of simple-minded people. of people believe him.

Probably no one stood up to pull out tree stumps, fill in ditches, and shout to people, "Don't believe this liar." If someone compares himself to animals, he should not have high-level human emotions, such as freedom, truth and love that Grindelwald talked about in his speech.

Some people may feel insulted. Shame is also a high-level emotion, which means "I don't accept it." Although carpenters have to deal with wood, they are different from lumberjacks, just like chefs in high-end restaurants will not kill them themselves. chicken.

Severus had told her many theories about whether blood revenge should be avenged, but she still felt that a father could be forgiven for avenging his daughter. If she were on a jury deciding whether Percival Dumbledore was guilty or not guilty, she would vote not guilty.

When she saw the magnificent palace of Compiègne again and returned to the ballroom, it had become orderly, and everyone stood according to the color of the flowers they had received on the invitation, with a sweet smile on their faces.

Severus always said her fake smile was ugly, and now she understood what he meant.

“You are finally here, beauty.” Talleyrand stood in the middle of the crowd, leaning on a cane, waving to her excitedly, “Look at your Christmas gift.”

She turned around subconsciously and saw a large cake that required two people being pushed in. It looked like a house.

“Open it and take a look,” Talleyrand said with a smug smile.

Open?

Georgiana thought she should lift the cloth covering the cake. She gently pulled a corner of the cloth and it slid down as smoothly as silk.

It was indeed a house, or rather a complex of buildings. The main hall in the middle looked like an ancient Greek temple, surrounded by smaller buildings in an oval shape, with styles from various countries.

 “What is this?” asked Georgiana.

“The new library.” Talleyrand said proudly. “Do you like it?”

She calculated in her mind how much land would be occupied and how much work would be done if she were to build it on a scale of equal proportions.

 “This is impossible.” She said subconsciously.

“How about building a smaller one first?” Lucien came over and said, “It’s at the Ecole Nationale des Techniques.”

She looked at him confused.

 “Aren’t you always asking where you will live when you go back?” Lucien said.

 “You want me to live in the school?” Georgiana asked immediately.

 “You don’t want to live there?” Lucien asked.

 In fact, she has lived in the school for so many years and thinks there is no problem.

"But I remember it was a boys' school," said Georgiana.

"The ladies who are traveling with me are safe on the ship, and the sailors will not harass them." Bougainville said immediately, "not to mention the students."

 She digested the information she had just received.

"You can also live in the Paris Botanical Garden. The bridge has been repaired." Lucien said, "You can take a car from the Botanical Garden."

 Georgiana recalled that she did see a bridge being built last time at the Paris Botanical Garden. It seemed to be built with bricks from the Bastille. The other side of the Seine was the Bastille.

 “I’m dreaming,” said Georgiana.

 Lucien flicked her nose.

 “Does it hurt?”

 She held her nose and nodded.

“Then it’s not a dream,” Lucien said. “Merry Christmas, Georgiana, and thank you for the gift you gave my brother.”

 “I didn’t give him anything,” said Georgiana.

"No, you have already given it away." Lucien said like a poet, "In the near future, good will always come, and every winter will turn into a spring breeze."

 “I remember it was in the distant future,” said Georgiana.

 “That’s what I heard,” Lucien said nonchalantly.

  She didn't like what he said, but there was applause around her.

Wearing the uniform of the French Academy, Napoleon entered the ballroom. A podium had been set up.

 “Now I know why Hades chose a little girl to be the Queen of Hades.”

 She heard a woman talking behind her, but when she turned around, there was no one there.

Hades is not like Zeus, he only has one wife, probably because he also knows that the underworld is not a good place, and whose children go there will not feel as lucky as when they go to Olympus to be with the immortal gods. .

He only had one chance, but among thousands of goddesses, he chose a "little girl" who could make the seeds germinate.

 “Give it to me!” Georgiana grabbed a glass of champagne from the tray held by the passing waiter.

 She wanted to take a sip of wine first to calm down her shock.

 (End of this chapter)